“What the hell do you think you’re doing in my room?”
I jumped up.
The book fell from my lap and landed on the floor. I bent down, picked it up.
A woman stood in the doorway, leaning on her cane.
Shit! She’ll tell on me. I’ll be banished from here for good.
I saw myself clearing out my locker, returning my lock and key to Ms. Andrew’s outstretched claw, and with head down, doing the walk of shame to the front door.
“I came in here looking for you.” My voice sounded high and squeaky. I swallowed hard and pushed on. “To get you for Bingo.”
Lame, I know.
“And you thought I might be in that book?”
“I…uh…”
She wasn’t bad looking for an old folk. She wore a lavender sweater over black slacks and had on very nice jewelry: pearl earrings and a matching necklace. Her hair looked freshly p
